Summer Breeze

In Texas in July I can taste the heat

It quickens my memories of youth.

The sweet reminders of moments in a young man’s past

Show how grace can temper the truth.

The hot grainy sand of the western plains

Caused footprints to look for the shade,

And the earth slowed its turning to give me time

To find wonders from what He had made.

Hollow sounds from a thump meant the melon was ripe

Squash was yellow, tomatoes were red.

The okra pointed up as it grew day by day

And the cotton spread over its bed.

I can still feel the pop of the peas from their shells,

And taste the peaches in the homemade ice cream.

There’s a special sound with the shucking of corn

Yes, Remembrance is more than a dream.

The windows were open for the nighttime breeze;

The stars came and speckled the sky.

The wonders of God were accepted but still-

There were times that I just wondered “why?”

Contemplation of ‘things’ left me looking for more,

From the easiness of life I was torn.

Then the Zephyr of Christ breathed new life into me

On the night when again I was born.